A dark laugh rumbles through him as he pulls me close. God he feels so good, I’m melting into his hardness, the bulge in his jeans hot against my hip. “Bullshit, Soph. This can’t be a fling.”
I moan as his warm tongue runs across my lips, then slides in to meet mine with slow sensuality. The kiss deepens and we tug each other’s shirts off, separating and leaning back to drink in the view. I’ve seen him shirtless so many times, but now I finally get to touch the cords of muscles that define his torso, the V leading down. My eager fingernails scrape up his abs and over his ribcage as it shudders. I bend and kiss his nipples, licking them, making him moan with pleasure. I press a gentle kiss onto his Adam’s apple as he stretches his neck, and it jogs on a long swallow.
“Soph,” he groans, “This is you and me doing this.”
My first memory is when they put him as a baby in my toddler arms and I pretended I was going to drop him, but my grip was tight. We tried our first cigarettes together and Atlas told us we were stupid for smoking. Luke and I told him to fuck off, then coughed and laughed our brains out and never smoked again. I forced him to tell me who had taken Sage’s virginity and never called again, so I could kick that guy’s ass since she made her brothers promise not to touch the jerk. I made that fucker pay. And I’ll never forget the time Luke carried me to safety when I wrecked my bike. He sung Foxy by Jimi Hendrix, badly, to keep me laughing, leg broken and mascara streaked down my face from the pain. And when Grandpa Michael had a heart attack, I went to him to cry. I knew he wouldn’t think me weak. And I wanted Celia to still put me on the pedestal.
I thickly whisper against his jaw as I rain kisses across it, “I can’t believe I’m kissing you, Luke. It almost hurts because it feels so good.”
“You think so, too?”
“Yes!”
“Because I can barely think I want you so badly.” Luke presses his erection into me, the stiffness sharp. I moan, leaning against the wall as I hook a leg around his hip, dragging my hand down his naked chest until my fingers dive under his belt-line.
He stops me, grunting and pulling my arms over my head. “I’m going to make us suffer.”
He smirks with satisfaction as a wake of goosebumps springs up on my chest, reaching for more. Slipping his arm around me, he hovers a moment, eyes locked with mine, and unsnaps my bra with one flick of his fingers. His gaze drops to see my breasts naked for the first time.
“Holy fuck, they’re beautiful.”
From out of nowhere his features twist with fury, and he careens away from me, pacing. He punches the wall as I keep my cool, searching for how I can remove the horrible image of me and his brother from his mind.
“Luke?” But he doesn’t react. He’s in a place where he can’t hear me anymore. “Look at me, Luke! LOOK AT ME!”
He stops pacing, head swiveling to snarl.
I hold my naked breasts up for him. “We were in the dark. He didn’t really see me. It was just sex.” Approaching him I continue, “And I won’t lie and tell you it wasn’t hot, because you’re smart enough to know that the forbidden always is.” I drop my hands and motion between us, walking close to take his chin in hand as roughly as I’m able. “I never wanted to do it again, it was stupid. An impulse, a rebellion against the older crew, my parents, I don’t know, but it wasn’t what you and I are feeling, I promise! And I wish I could take it back. Look into my eyes and see how vulnerable and honest I’m being with you right now. Have you ever seen me like this before? I wish I could take it back! But I can’t. Please let it go. It was dark out, there was no romance to it or sentimentality. Your brother didn’t see me, didn’t take his time, didn’t care enough to.” My voice cracks, which shocks me into falling quiet.
I blink toward Luke’s mouth just before it crashes into mine. He lifts me up and props me on the media stand, kissing me hard, clawing his way out of rage to get back to me.
“I hate it that it was him first!”
“I do too!” Fisting Luke’s hair I hold his eyes. “I wish it had been you. I didn’t know these feelings were hiding in me.”
He sucks on my bottom lip. “We couldn’t act on it, so you hid it from yourself.”
I nod and he kisses me with years of pent up desire released. We moan and pull at each other. I’m in the air suddenly, falling onto the bed as he unzips his pants and starts for me. Palming my breasts I hold them up for only him. I start to go for my zipper now that his is about to come down.
“Did I say you could take your pants off? You’ve gotten to do it every damn day of your life. It’s my turn now.” He crawls over me, shirtless, jeans unzipped, stick his finger in my mouth and I suck on it before he runs it down my chest, then leans down to lick my nipples. Groaning as he inhales them, one after the other, he unzips me. “Your panties don’t match your bra, so fuckin’ hot.”
“Who has the time?” I moan as rough fingers dip underneath my red g-string and massage my pubic bone, circling sensitive skin against my hidden clit and teasing me mercilessly. His teeth travel,
